Monday Morning

Good morning,

It is monday morning and I woke at 7.15am.
I think I am not too well, I feel dizzy and tired and I want to go back to bed.
I was having such sad dreams, I dreamed I was at college but I was struggling because of the way the church are killing me and I am waiting to be killed by their conflicted reports, but I couldn't tell the tutor, so I was struggling and did not bring the right pens and paper, and the guy next to me lent me pens and paper, and I couldn't work out the maths that the work started with, it was not a maths paper, we had to do some maths to lead into something else, and I couldn't do it, and the guy was trying to let me copy his, but the tutor came round and was dissapointed in my work and then it was all social services and police and everything was so awful.

I woke feeling upset and sad that the reality is that the diocese are going to kill me with their cover up reports done against me, excluding me, done by people on the side of the wrongdoers, and no one at all will step in and save me, I am tired of waiting in distress and voiceless for my death.